Vox Day has been on fire these last few weeks. He doesn’t do long pieces anymore, just shorts, but those tidbits are pure intellectual and moral gold. Today he wrote about how we should be satisfied in not succeeding in this mortal world according to the desires of the many.

If you are a good person, if you are a moral person, if you are a Christian, you are not going to be allowed to succeed in the system past a certain level. It’s just not going to happen. But it’s very, very freeing to know this. You’re not going to get the scholarship. You’re probably not going to get the acceptance. You’re not going to get the interview. So, this means you have the imperative to go out and make things happen on your own.

Because here’s the magical thing about it. They can’t create. They cannot create things that are good, beautiful and true. They’re predators and parasites. And so, there’s always going to be a certain amount of room that is granted to people that just do their own thing, or for people who just work outside the system, because that’s where the positive change – the necessary positive change – is going to happen…

I had three big chances to take the ticket in my life and they all happened in my early adulthood. That I was able to resist I put down to dumb luck and to God watching over me and playing his part.

The first was when I had a job performing as an entertainer in a musical theater show in a restaurant. The establishment was called Dirty Dicks and it was actually very well known in the entertainment community. Hollywood actress Judy Davis got her start there. I did a few seasons there in my late teens and early twenties, playing the guitar, singing and acting on stage. It was enjoyable, paid very well and I was doing what I loved.

With the launch of each show there was a media night and the heavyweights of Perth media turned up in droves. Among them was the director of the Western Australian Academy of Performing Arts at the time. Its acting program was and still is the best in the nation and it is extremely difficult to get admitted into. I did my usual thing on stage, a supporting role on the side. After the show the four of us were in the cramped backstage having a celebratory beer. The director of the academy entered the room and everyone immediately knew who he was. Every single staff member there, including all of the waitstaff and bar staff, were desperate to get into his acting course.

He congratulated everyone and then he made a bee-line for me. He asked me if I was planning to audition for the academy that year. I replied that I had considered it but that I wasn’t sure. He said that he would be very gratified if I would audition. To say that there was a startled hush in the room would be severely underplaying it. You just didn’t get invited to audition for the academy. It never happened. Until it did in front of a bunch of witnesses. To be invited to audition meant that you were in, barring not turning up on stage and projectile vomiting into the front row while shitting yourself.

To this day I find what happened next to be surreal. As if I were acting out a part, I immediately played down his unprecedented offer and I turned the attention onto one of my fellow thespians. I told the director that this was the man who should be auditioning, which was an absurdity on many levels. In fact, it was probably rather insulting because by doing so I brought into question the academy director’s own professional judgement. To say that I torpedoed my future chances would be somewhat of an understatement. But something compelled me to behave in this way.

Afterwards as I rode my motorbike home I tried to make sense of what I had done, but I could make no sense of it at all. But what I had done was to turn down the ticket. It happened to me twice more, once again in theater and film, and the other time in rock music. I used to think that these were missed opportunities, incredibly stupid missed opportunities. But now I know that I was in fact fortunate not to have been placed in such a position as a very young man with no idea of how the world really works.

The endless bleating from the Marxist left about white male privilege is of course pure projection. But I do have a very real and valuable privilege and that is the ability to resist temptation even if I do not immediately recognise it as such. I am sure that there will be some of you who read this who assume that I am just a loser who balks at the chance of success and who is using Day’s metaphor as a handy way of avoiding the pain of missed opportunities and what ifs.

But I know who I am and I know the truth. Thus far I have been able to pass the test, and my only wish is that I am able to continue to act in the appropriate manner.

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